Hic et Nunc


While I was traveling, there were a few moments when I thought that I shouldn’t have gone back home. Something kept me away from Italy and let me believe that staying wouldn’t have been so bad after all.
Sometimes we find ourselves fascinated by new things and we end up trapped in our own enthusiasm. Well, it wasn’t different for me. I had similar feelings many times, despite my reason kept saying me: «This is not home».

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Hic et Nunc

Parigi. Un amore senza fine

Mancavano ancora più di novecento chilometri e già sentivo il profumo di crêpe diffondersi tra i bistro e i boulevard.

L’alba era da poco spuntata e il freddo mattino autunnale accoglieva le nostre membra intorpidite tra i binari della stazione di Porta Garibaldi. Eravamo in due, quel giorno. Io e Giovanni, per tutti Gianni, o Giàni, che si usi il dialetto o meno. Più semplicemente, mio nonno paterno.

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Italy – New Zealand: Throwback

9 PM, February 27th 2018, Malpensa Airport

There was a long line checkin’ in. Voices of departing flights came out of the speakers. Hasty travelers ran from here to there dragging heavy luggages covered in plastic, and swearing in multiple languages.
Artificial lights illuminated the grey atmosphere in that cold winter night. Lost inside the wide spaces of the airport, I was getting ready for the departure.
Everything I cared about in that moment was a tasty pizza on my plate, Mohamed’s silly jokes and my own stupid effort to hide every symptom of anxiety.

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